Strangeling

It dawned on me one day that the everyday should be chronicled. The good times, the calamities, the near-misses, the hedonistic, the challenging, the sights, the sounds, the things that will eventually fade into my less-than-perfect memory; the long and short of this thing I call my life. Because for what it’s worth, I want to remember everything. The good, the bad, the ugly – I want to remember.

This is my bumbling attempt at taking in all the good stuff and maybe, just an occasional sliver of bad.